There is a man in your office, in a crisp white shirt, navy pants and brown shoes.Cliché, right? You ask him to zip up your dress, lend you a stapler, fix your freezing computer and advise you on which laptop to buy. You like him, don’t you?
He kisses your neck after zipping up your dress. You imagine him unzipping it and kissing you all over. When he gives you the stapler, he runs his index finger over your palm. You shiver slightly and begin to sweat. When your computer freezes, he bends down right next to you, making jokes about old computers and how he fixes them, you imagine him fixing you.
But you, you don’t do office romance —or Do you?